Secrets

Some called it torture, some called it hell, and some called it unbearable. No matter what anyone called it, it was history class. And for the past fifteen minutes the class had to endure droning lectures about… well nobody actually knew what, it was too boring to listen to. If anybody had actually died of boredom, it had happened in this class. In his mind Harry replayed last nights events over in his head. First off, Sam had jumped out of a window. Weird enough. Then she had turned into a bird… also strange, but what he really couldn't figure out was why the hell she had done it. It seemed as though she was after something. Harry's thoughts were interrupted by a loud snoring sound from behind him.

"Wake up Ron."

Ron woke up. Strange really, but then Harry realized Hermione had pinched him. Hard.

"OW!" he screamed.

The teacher didn't even notice. If a teacher doesn't notice a student scream out in pain, something is very wrong.

Finally the class let out. The trio decided to go down to Hagrids hut, on the way Harry told them what had happened. Even Hermione was totally baffled, an accomplishment to be sure. All Hermione had to offer was that all Serris's could turn into two animals; apparently one of hers was an eagle. When they reached Hagrids hut they found him in the pumpkin patch, feeding crookshanks. They didn't know how crookshanks had gotten down there but the cat seemed to do some strange things.

"Hagrid!"

"Oh, 'ey there 'arry, Hermione, Ron."

They talked for a while. They went inside the hut for tea. Hermione was pouring some for herself when she dropped the cup and screamed. The boys jumped up,

"Hermione what happened?"

She pointed to the floor behind the table. Sam had appeared there, she was on the floor, arms in a position that made it look like she was doing push ups. She was breathing very hard and had a long bloody gash on her back. Harry and Hagrid ran and fell at her side.

"Hagrid…" she breathed, "tell him… I know where…" She noticed Harry at her side and fell silent."

"Sam do you need anything?"

"No, just… hold on."

Her back glowed a faint blue color. The gash started to shrink and eventually disappeared. The shirt she was wearing mended itself and Sam sat up. Everyone was staring at her.

"Uh…Hi?"

"What…"

Sam sighed. She looked at them with a strange look in her eyes. It might have been sorrow or something else entirely.

"I'm sorry, but I can't say anything. I'm not allowed."

Later that night Harry sat wondering what on earth had happened. Sam had refused to tell them, they had asked her many times, but she refused to say anything. Ron was working on Snape's assignment, which he had waited toward the last moment to complete. Procrastination simply didn't work well for him. Hermione was lecturing Ron on responsibility, Harry was watching but he wasn't really paying attention. He couldn't get the picture of Sam lying on the ground with her back split open out of his head. Hermione was the first to bring up the time. It was very late. Harry went up to his bed, and although he was sure he would get no sleep, he was more tired than he thought.

Sam sat on a dock. She was playing a song on her guitar and singing, though Harry couldn't hear the words. The moonlight reflected on the water and the ripples splashed against the dock. As he watched the water turned red, it was turning into blood. Sam stood up and dropped her guitar. She went up in flames to protect herself, but the blood hit her and it went out. She was thrown into the blood, and there was a piercing scream. Harry ran onto the dock and jumped in after her. He was running out of breath when he finally found her. As soon as he touched her, he could breath, Sam opened her eyes wide and looked at him. Then everything went into flames.

Harry woke in a cold sweat. He was breathing hard and shaking. He went downstairs to see if Sam was down there as she had been lately. He ran and saw her sitting against the couch asleep. Strange, she wasn't on the couch, but was simply leaning against it. He watched her breath, as if assurance she was alive. Eventually the sun rose, as did Sam.

"Answer me one thing," said Hermione at breakfast.

"What?' responded Sam.

"If an eagle is one of your animal forms, what's the other?"

"Black panther."

Hermione was confused, "Why a panther?"

"Why not?"

"Well, it doesn't have anything to do with fire."

"Uh…"Sam didn't get the point.

"Well, just an eagle is an air animal."

"The animals don't have much to do with elements, panther has something to do with shadows. I don't really know…" Sam drifted off. She looked at Draco Malfoy, "I swear that guy looks familiar."

Harry was about to say something, but was interrupted by a loud bang. Neville had tried to perform a spell, and it hadn't worked. There was a long silence, and then, simultaneously, everyone started laughing. Neville's hair had turned green. It wasn't a becoming color for him.

While exiting the hallway, they ran into Draco. Hermione bumped into him by accident.

"Watch where you're going you filthy little mudblood."

Hermione drew her wand.

"Shut up you pompous asshole!"

Draco smirked. "You don't have the guts."

"I have the guts, you're just not worth it."

Draco started imitating chicken sounds. If Hermione was getting agitated then Sam was thoroughly pissed off. Draco was pushed by an invisible force and was thrown down the hall, he hit the floor and slid into the wall.

"YOU ARE POSSIBLE THE MOST ARROGANT STUCK UP PERSON WHO HAS EVER LIVED!" Sam had a muggle grandmother and hearing anybody be called a mudblood then being pestered because they chose to do nothing about it really ticked her off. Sam kneeled beside where Draco was lying and added softly, "Look Malfoy, stop being a jackass or I will make your life a living hell." She got up and walked off. Not listening to the claps of people from other houses.

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Ok, I'm kinda having writers block so this chapter was kinda boring, sorry. The next one will be better.